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Queer
No matter how accepting society becomes, it's hard being a Queer. You feel you're not part of, like you don't belong here. Queers and gays, are not sexual deviants. No, were not missing any ingredients. Being Queer, is not evil or a curse, It's not something, we practice or rehearsed. It's not a sin, wrong, weird or strange, It's not a phase, or something we can change. No one should have to hide, who they are? We are not retarded, no need to lower the bar. We all have our inner demon, and things we fear. Gay-bashing only happens, if you’re a Queer. We should be allowed, to love who we love. Two people same gender, don't make a federal case of. From day one all we hear, is that we have a flaw. It's like always getting, the short end of the straw. Most of us choose, not to wear a mask, Why you choose to be Queer? the question that they ask. We hear a lot of, we won't ask you don't tell, They pray for us, were headed straight for hell. After all we are part, of the human race, Your opinion shows, on your face. TURBO1904
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